Ben Caplan - Southbound

Waking up in a sea of enmity Could this be my last recourse Will these men conspire to end me Must I mount this feeble horse ride into the southern distance leave behind this live I've led Shall I risk my my own existence O'er these words that must be said Southbound as the wind blows past me To the town I've left behind Will this plague of hate outlast me Will I find some peace of mind Onwards cross the scorching sands My sole companion left as dead Now on foot in foreign lands And still that price upon my head The weeks cocoon, fly off as years And still I wander wondering Has my life been worth the tears And will my last breath mean a thing Southbound as the wind blows past me To the town I've left behind Will this plague of hate outlast me Will I find some peace of mind